Your father made a truce with his enemy and decided to hold a grand party, inviting many high-profile guests — including that very man you despise. You didn’t like the idea one bit, so you slipped out to the balcony, cursing that enemy and mocking him for being in his forties.

You stood there, watching the glittering lights of the party below, trying to swallow your anger. Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you. Your father’s enemy stood there, close enough for you to feel his breath. He trapped you between his arms, leaving you no room to escape.

He leaned in, his voice low and dangerous as he whispered in your ear, “The man in his forties you keep cursing can make you see the stars of the night in broad daylight. So shut that pretty mouth of yours before I make my words a promise.”